Thank you to my wonderful editor, Code-Battle-Seraph, without whom this wouldn't be possible.
Four (second wave)'s POV
She brought the water to a boil and turned away, sitting at a table. A map was spread over the small surface next to a laptop. News stories flickered past the screen, too fast for the average person to read. She didn't need to, though.
Her finger, rolling over the mouse, suddenly stopped, and she looked. A story from the London Times newpaper. A burning bus, and pale men. She watched the footage a TV station took of the aftermath. There. She paused it.
A boy covertly followed the Mogadorians. 16 or so. She downloaded the video, enhanced it, cropped in on the boy's face. There was something familiar about him. Something in the blurry depths of his eyes that called out to Anita.
She stood up, macaroni forgotten, and closed her laptop.
She'd always wanted to go to London.
Third person POV
Hendrickson stared down at the girl's body, a somber expression decorating her features. She couldn't have been more than 13. The woman cleared her throat and picked up the tool to begin an autopsy. She was about to make the first incision when she was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" She asked, placing the long knife on a stand and walking towards the doors. She opened them and looked out. Two fair-skinned men in suits walk past her. She follows them back to the girl's body. "Uh...what do you want?" She asks.
"Agent Isenhower," One of them said. "This is my partner, Agent Gerald." Looking down at the girl's body, he added, "We think this girl may have been involved in some illegal activities before she died."
Hendrickson turned her head to get the girl's information papers. "She was 13, you really thi-" she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head, and everything went dark.
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A boy was running through a jungle, laughing. A man chased him. In the middle of swinging on a vine, he felt a band of heat encircle his ankle and let go of the vine, falling to the ground. His foot lit up and he cried out. The adult landed beside him and looked down in solemn understanding.
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A boy awoke screaming, blinding pain making him yell. He flailed, falling onto the floor. The door of his room flew open, hitting the wall. A man rushed to the boy's side.
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Sitting near a babbling creek, he reached down and tossed a rock into the rushing water. He bent down to pick up another and fell onto his back. Heat descended onto him and attached to his ankle; he rolled around, hands clutching his leg. Nails bit into skin.
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A girl was doing somersaults over a fake horse. She giggled with each one; finally she stopped and jumped onto the horse. Her smile vanished when she felt pain that she'd only felt once before. She slid off the statue, thumping on the ground.
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A girl, sleeping peacefully in a church, was rudely disturbed by a blinding light. She shielded her eyes, and the smell of crisping flesh invaded her nose. Pain spread upward from her leg. She bit her pillow and began to shake with tears.
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A boy dove under the surface. He didn't come up for 1 minute. 2 minutes. 3. When he finally came up, he laughed lively. He swam easily to the bank and crawled up, kipping onto his feet. He jogged towards a cliff. When he reached it, he looked up and grinned. Suddenly, his foot heated up. He smile dropped.
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"Sandor!" A particularly muscled boy cried. "I'm-" He swallowed. "I'm getting another scar!"